"Well then, I must stay," she said huskily, "and I must try to—to remember where I am in future. I ought to be able to hide everything I feel—of course! But that unfortunately is what I never learnt. And—there are some ways of life—that—that are too far apart. However!"—she raised her hand to her brow, frowned, and thought a little—"I can't make any promise about my cousins, Mr. Helbeck. I know perfectly well—whatever may be said—that I have done nothing whatever to be ashamed of. I have wanted to—to help my cousin. He is worth helping—in spite of everything—and I will help him, if I can! But if I am to remain your guest, I see that I must consult your wishes——"
Helbeck tried again to stop her with a gesture, but she hurried on.
"As far as this house and neighbourhood are concerned, no one shall have any reason—to talk."
Then she threw her head back with a sudden flush.
"Of course, if people are born to say and think ill-natured things!—like
Mrs. Denton——"
Helbeck exclaimed.
"I will see to that," he said. "You shall have no reason to complain, there."
Laura shrugged her shoulders.
"Will you kindly give me my letter?"
As he handed it to her, she made him a little bow, walked to the door before he could open it for her, and was gone.